After some last minute packing in the morning we picked up Genevieve & Dane from school to head to the airport. Right when we pulled into SFO I realized I forgot my stroller. Yes, an almost 5 year old really is too big for a stroller, but we do a lot of walking in Sámara and his preschool is a long hot walk away. Zeke doesn't like to walk and makes it pretty miserable for everyone so I went into a bit of a panic at forgetting the stroller. There really wasn't time for anyone to bring it to me, so that was that.
We had an uneventful flight to Miami and checked into the Miami airport hotel at 9:30 EST (6:30 PST).
I have done this before, so why I am I having those "what the heck am I doing?" feelings again?